“How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?”

“Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.”

“The bow is so old, its horsehair is glueSent to the factory, just like me and like youSo how come they stayed your execution?The audience roars its standing ovation“Dust,”

“Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.”

“...the world feels so big when you're out in the wide open. It's like you don't have a place in it when you don't have a home.""Your place is right here," I whispered, laying down and hugging her close.”

“It's my turn to see you through,' she whispers, coming back to me and wrapping me in her blanket as I lose my shit all over again. She holds me until I recover my Y chromosome.”

“So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don't know what to do with it, I don't know how to be a normal person anymore.”